Legacy Poem by John McKeon

Legacy

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I dreamed I took you flying
last night,
without a plane.
Your friends were intrigued,
I was frightened.
I steeled myself,
This is something
I must teach you
my child.
Bequeathed from your ancestors
Nora and John,
Thomas and Genevieve,
Terrence and Bernadette.
From native shores,
to new lands.
Across continents,
the legacy
to Dream.

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